Let me take you back to how the weekend started. My best friend from my hometown, Taylor, decided to come stay with me Friday night. I was super pumped because I had not seen her since Christmas break.
When she got to Mississippi State, we got a chance to catch up and I showed her around my beautiful campus
We had planned to go out that night, to a fraternity party, with a bunch of my girlfriends that go here. Taylor and I got dressed, put our makeup on and headed over to my friend’s dorm. When we got there the night really started to pick up. We were all laughing, playing games, and drinking... juice. Drinking juice is fun, especially when you are going out! I had a lot of juice that night and that could partially be blamed for the unfortunate outcome that was to occur.
Once we reached the frat house, safely because we don’t drink juice and drive, the fun began. We were all having a great time dancing to the songs the DJ was playing. Our dancing was terrible, might I add.
The night took a turn for the worst when I reached to my back pocket to get my phone and realizing it wasn’t there. I froze for a moment, not sure what to do. After a few seconds, I lost it, searching the ground, running into people, looking all over like a crazy lady.
Looking everywhere on the ground, in the dark with a dancing crowd is hard enough as is, but still being fuzzy because of all the juice consumed did not help either.
After looking high and low for my phone, I started to ask around to see if anyone had seen it. Do you know how hard it is to ask these frat brothers, who have all indulged in a lot of juice, if they have found an iPhone? With all else failing, my good friend, Shelby went up to the DJ stand, grabbed the mike and announced to the whole party that my phone was missing and if anyone see’s it to return it immediately. If that isn’t a true friend, I don’t know what is. By the end of the night, I was phone-less, ID-less, credit card- less, and sad. This is how I successfully lost my phone at a frat party.